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"How many people are on the other side? What is their strength?"

Ye Mingqiu asked simply.

"They have an army of 20,000, a lot of war equipment, abundant war resources, and have tamed many war beasts. Their overall strength is far superior to our Black Tooth Tribe," Mark continued in his reply.

"Knowing this, why did you still ask me to launch a blitzkrieg against the Blood Axe Tribe?" Ye Mingqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with some impatience.

“Weakness is not an obstacle to survival; arrogance is. After suffering a defeat in battle, the Blood Axe tribe, which has military strength several times that of us, will most likely be thinking about how to send people to continue the attack, rather than defending their base.”

With a change in his expression, he continued, "Under these circumstances, if we form a core assault team, we might be able to strike at the heart of the Blood Axe tribe's stronghold in a very short time."

The next moment, he waved his arm, and two humans carrying boxes entered the city hall. They opened the boxes at the same time, revealing orc heads inside.

The Mark continued, "To prevent your intelligence from being leaked and thus unable to write even greater achievements, I have made the presumptuous decision to kill the enemy messengers, and these two messengers happen to be the leader of the messenger orcs."

"Lord Blood-Corroded Fang, under your leadership, we will surely achieve a surprise victory."

"Oh?"

Ye Mingqiu waved his hand, signaling the surrounding orcs to dispose of the box. At the same time, he stood up, looked at the throne behind him, and continued, "This chair was just right for the former chieftain, but it is too small for me. Go and make a new chair, and I will hang the heads of the Beast Kings on it."

"Yes!"

The two orcs nodded in response, their eyes filled with admiration for the powerful.

The shaman, Ku Gu, looked terrified and said, "My lord, the power of the Blood Axe tribe is far beyond what our Black Fang tribe can contend with. Please reconsider."

“Enough. My mind is made up. I will select one hundred of the strongest warriors to form my own exclusive guard team, which I will call the Fang of the Tyrant,” Ye Mingqiu said.

It's over, it's all over.

The skeleton glared hatefully at the engravings, leaned on its bone staff, and walked out of the hall. It was already prepared for the destruction of the Black Fang tribe. Perhaps, this was fate.

“Lord Blood Fang, please allow me to join your guard!” Mogna said, looking up.

"Oh?"

Ye Mingqiu narrowed his eyes and carefully examined Mogna's status attributes.

【Mogna (Level 5 Boss)】

[Race: Orc]

[Attributes: Strength: 12, Agility: 13, Constitution: 15, Spirit: 24]

[Skills: Swiftness Aura, Life Transfer, Inspire Aura, Perseverance Aura]

After reviewing the attributes, Ye Mingqiu's eyes lit up. Unlike ordinary orcs whose growth was mainly based on attributes, Mogna was actually a top-tier support who sacrificed all attribute growth in exchange for multiple aura abilities.

No wonder the orc warriors of the Blackfang Tribe were already slaughtered so badly, yet they were still able to continue fighting against the orc warriors of the Bloodaxe Tribe. It turns out they had a triple aura bonus.

That's not surprising.

“Very well, I accept your allegiance. Show me your value and power,” Ye Mingqiu replied.

On the other side, Mark also cast a detection spell on Mogna. This time the detection did not fail. Although Mogna's mental attribute was not low, it was only relative to the orcs. She was still too fragile for a mage.

She didn't even realize she was being spied on; she just felt uncomfortable with the gaze on the other person and frowned slightly as she stared at him.

Soon after, in the open space of the stronghold, one hundred of the tribe's strongest orc warriors were gathered together. Their eyes were fixed on the man who stood on the high platform like a mountain peak, the supreme and powerful giant orc warrior, their king - Grom Garr.

Ye Mingqiu stood before the orcs, arms crossed, releasing a powerful mental pressure as he arrogantly proclaimed, "Orc warriors of the Black Fang Tribe, now, as your king, I will assemble the strongest guard, the Tyrant's Fang. You will become the strongest teeth of the Black Fang Tribe, biting off the blood and flesh of your enemies and tearing their throats apart!"

"Tear them apart!"

"Tear them apart!"

The orc warriors shouted loudly, their voices rising in waves. Compared to the shamans who could think and reflect, the ordinary orc warriors didn't think that much at all.

All they knew was that Ye Mingqiu was very strong, and their king was very powerful. To follow the king and become his guard was their glory, something all beastmen coveted.

"Very good! Very energetic!"

Ye Mingqiu put his hands behind his back and shouted loudly with great satisfaction.

In some ways, orc warriors are the easiest to motivate. You don't need to use any coercion or bribery to coerce them. You just need to let them know that you are strong, powerful, and worthy of following, and they will fight alongside you.

Immediately, Ye Mingqiu turned to look at the engraved mark beside him. The latter quickly understood, took out a map from its storage space, drew the route, and said, "Lord Blood-Eroded Fang, our planned route is as follows. We just need to turn here and get here."

"Why don't you take a straight line? Isn't there a road over there?" Ye Mingqiu shouted angrily.

“My lord, the Stoneclaw tribe guards that road. They occupy a strategically important and easily defensible mountain pass and won’t allow us to send so many men through,” Carved explained.

"when!"

Ye Mingqiu took out the blood spear and slammed it hard into the ground, instantly creating a large crater. His bloodshot eyes glared as he cursed, "They've gone too far! How dare they block my way? Do they even have a king in their tribe?"

Not everyone can be called a king. Only those who reach the level of overlord can be called kings and are called beast kings by other orcs. Orcs at the level of monarch are called chieftains.

"No."

The engraving replied.

"You bastards! They dare to block my way even though the tribe doesn't even have a Beast King! Do they really not know how powerful our Black Fang tribe is? Charge straight in! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Ye Mingqiu shouted, raising his weapon.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other orcs below echoed their sentiments, their voices booming and filled with murderous intent. They were like an invincible army, never retreating no matter what enemy they encountered in the future.

Upon seeing this, Carved Eyes' eyelids twitched involuntarily. He felt that Blood Fang's brain seemed to have some serious problems. He originally thought this guy was very smart, but he never expected him to be so reckless.

Although he is a Beast King of the Overlord level, he is only level 2 at present. Compared with the level 5 King-level Chieftain, his strength is still somewhat lacking. If he is attacked by multiple Chieftains, even a Beast King would be in danger of losing his life.

This guy is so reckless!

But that’s fine!

Mark laughed. As a psionicist, what he wanted was not victory in the war, but to extract enormous profits from it.

If you can get an assist during the Beast King's attack and get a treasure chest, it doesn't matter if the treasure chest's value is reduced, as long as you can make a profit.

If the Beastmaster dies in battle, he will flee with his men; if the Beastmaster is wounded and flees, he will take advantage of the situation; if the Beastmaster wins a great victory, he will provide more value to the Beastmaster. His core purpose is profit, and loyalty is only for the purpose of obtaining more benefits.

In the distance, the skeleton shaman watched them from afar, sighing as he used various materials to inscribe defensive formations. He only hoped that the Black Tooth tribe could continue for a little longer.

Rock Valley, a renowned natural barrier in the North.

The valley is flanked by almost vertical sheer cliffs. The gray-black rocks gleam with a cold, hard luster in the morning light. They are a type of mineral unique to this world, extremely hard, and almost impossible to destroy by conventional means.

And this is also the basic element that forms a natural barrier.

The passage in the middle was extremely narrow, like a slit in the beak of a giant eagle, and at its widest point, it could only accommodate two or three chariots passing side by side.

This is the core territory controlled by the Stoneclaw tribe, a shortcut to the Bloodaxe tribe, and the entrance to the key area of ​​the Stoneclaw tribe.

The orc warriors of the Stoneclaw tribe are unique; they possess skin as tough as rock and incredible throwing strength.

They constructed walkways on the cliffs on both sides of the pass using thick vines and logs, allowing only a small number of approved individuals to pass through.

Huge rolling stones, burning oil drums, and sharp stone projectiles the size of millstones are piled up at the pre-set landing point, ready to fall from the heights at any time, unleashing unparalleled power in treacherous terrain.

At the end of the passage stood a heavy gate carved from a single block of rock, covered with rough rock totem runes, faintly radiating earthy yellow elemental fluctuations, clearly indicating the presence of some kind of power.

Ye Mingqiu, leading a hundred members of the Tyrant's Fang Black Fang Guard, gazed at the formidable natural barrier of the Rocky Valley, squinted, and muttered to himself, "Hmm, this terrain is quite interesting. If it were someone else, they might have to take a detour."

“Your Majesty, you are the strongest Beast King. Even such a perilous place must yield to you.” Mark bowed his head in praise.

He guessed that the giant orc would most likely charge in blindly to block as much damage as possible, thus reducing the losses of the main force slightly, but probably not by much.

The next moment, something unbelievable happened.

The giant orc, standing four meters tall, suddenly raised his blood spear and subtly transformed it into a staff—a ruby ​​staff.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing. What was most unacceptable to Mark and his team was that the giant orc's staff was now emitting psionic energy fluctuations. He was drawing upon the magical power of fire, which rapidly created a fireball that hovered in the air.

Moreover, those fireballs continued to grow larger, their color becoming increasingly dark, and their power grew stronger with the infusion of spiritual energy, becoming more and more formidable and terrifying.

The engraving was completely stunned.

This orc, this giant orc, he can actually use magic! Holy crap! His magic level seems to be higher than mine?!

Chapter 112 Breaking Through the Heavenly Barrier! Battle Against the King!

Ye Mingqiu is not skilled in magic; his control over spells is quite poor, and his attention to detail is hopelessly bad (compared to Tang Ruobing).

Often, the damage from a fully charged spell might not even equal that of a single basic attack, so he generally doesn't consider using offensive spells. However, even so, offensive spells can still be quite effective in certain special situations.

This is also the core purpose of his persistent study of magic: to make up for his shortcomings!

Huge boulders, burning oil drums, and sharp stone projectiles the size of millstones piled up on the mountaintop, threatening to devastate the team if they fell. Silently climbing the rock face was impossible; the blood-energy sniper cannon couldn't fire bullets that could curve, and straight-line attacks were ineffective.

Therefore, in this situation, as long as one uses a spell that allows for precise directional control of attacks from 200 meters away using mental strength, one can easily break through the traps and ambushes in this dangerous place.

"Meteor Arrow".

Ye Mingqiu made a sound.

Several crimson fireballs shot out instantly, transforming into meteor-like arrows that soared into the sky above the rocky valley in a flash.

What is he doing?

The mark didn't understand. Casting spells into the sky was useless, so why not just attack the gate directly? What exactly was this giant orc trying to do?

The next moment, the meteor arrow changed its attack trajectory in the sky and, under the watchful eyes of the Stoneclaw tribe orc warriors, the Blackfang tribe warriors, and the Marked Psionicist squad, accurately hit the burning oil barrel.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A terrifying explosion rang out in an instant, as oil and fire burst forth with terrifying power. The explosive barrels not far away were also detonated, and the continuous roar seemed to tear the eardrums of everyone present.

Alongside this, the screams of Stoneclaw warriors echoed, and amidst the screams, someone could be heard shouting with all their might: "Enemy attack!!"

"Humph."

Ye Mingqiu smiled, brandishing his blood-red spear, its tip pointing at the gate at the end of the narrow passage, and commanded in a deep, authoritative voice: "Charge!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Black Fang tribe warriors' blood was ignited. They ran along the narrow path, listening to the continuous explosions overhead, revealing an increasingly frenzied fighting spirit. They swarmed towards the other side of the battlefield, the direction in which their blood spears pointed was the end of the war.

Countless burning wood chips fell from the sky, and a few pieces of gravel were pushed down, raining down on the orc warriors running along the narrow path.

The falling rocks may cut their bodies, but they cannot stop their attack. With the quadruple buffs of [Unbreakable], [Swiftness Aura], [Perseverance Aura], and [Inspiration Aura], they are invincible and can heal themselves in a short time even if they are injured.

The orcs, who were originally only elite-level, suddenly unleashed combat power comparable to their leader, frantically hacking and attacking the enemy's gate, leaving deep marks on the hard gate.

'This is outrageous!'

Mark stared blankly at everything, his eyes filled with disbelief. He was not unaware of the Overlord's power, but he never expected that this giant orc Overlord would have such terrifying spellcasting abilities.

The ability to control the direction of magic from 200 meters away requires a mental strength of at least 100, and even that is only a possibility. He would also need to master the technique of changing the direction of magic or possess a talent that can achieve a similar effect.

Due to their race, giant orcs most likely do not possess this talent, so this giant orc overlord is also a top-tier mage.

This guy's spellcasting ability is stronger than mine! My spellcasting skills, which I'm so proud of, are inferior even to an orc! What...what...what have all my years of studying amounted to?! Damn it!!

"Captain, that's the Overlord." The assassin patted the scarred man on the shoulder to comfort him.

"I know, I know, but... why is it that a giant orc overlord's spellcasting ability is stronger than mine? I can't accept it," Scar said with immense grief.

"boom!"

The blood spear shattered a section of the dark rock wall with a terrifying roar. The giant orc turned around, its enormous beastly eyes fixed on them, and roared, "What are you babbling about! Attack!!"

Suppressing his frustration, the engraved mark led the psionic squad forward in a charge.

At this moment, the top of the cliff is in chaos and unable to launch an offensive. The gate below is not difficult to breach, and it is the perfect opportunity to break through. We must take this opportunity to gain more military merits.

Ye Mingqiu strode forward, his blood spear flashing as he smashed the boulders falling from above.

Seemingly annoyed, he slowly raised his head, his reddened beastly eyes staring at the Stoneclaw tribe warriors who were already prepared for battle at the top of the cliff.

One after another, huge rocks were thrown down from the valley with tremendous force, crashing into the orc legion in the narrow passage.

Although no damage has been caused yet, if an orc were to have their head smashed by a boulder, even the [Unbreakable] aura wouldn't save them.

[Surge of Killing Intent]

The enraged beast king unleashed an incomparably terrifying crimson killing intent. Blood-red waves erupted instantly, and the overwhelming killing will engulfed the Stoneclaw tribe warriors on the Rock Valley. Due to the vast difference in their mental attributes, the weaker warriors died instantly, helplessly falling off the cliff.

The leading soldier clutched his head and howled in pain; with just a glance, he was nearly killed.

I saw hell.